Mr. Ben

My name is Ben. I work an accounting job out of my house. I have a beautiful wife, and two great sons. I live in a regular neighborhood, and I pay my taxes. I shop at the grocery store, watch movies at the local theatre, and I eat drive through fare. I am your average every day American guy, with one small exception: I am planning to fuck the shit out of the little neighbor girl, Tammy. She’s the sweetest, hottest little piece of meat that has ever lived on my street, and believe me, I’ve seen them all. She may not know it, but she is absolutely begging for her little pussy to be stuffed full, and I am more than happy to oblige her, repeatedly, thoroughly, and if necessary, forcefully. So far, though, she’s taken everything I’ve given her like a proper little fuck doll.

Tammy and her mom moved in down the street about six months ago. From the day she moved in, she and my boys really hit it off. She’s always playing in my front of my house, or in the garage. Tammy is tall and lithe. She has a cute little nose, big hazel eyes, and long brown hair. Her butt is so pert, sitting on top of those super long legs. She hasn’t gotten any tits yet, but they are coming soon, I can tell. The first time I ever saw her, she had been running around the yard all morning, and was sweating and pink, leaning over the water hose, having a drink. My dick sprang to attention. I didn’t make any attempt to hide it, either. I noticed her notice. She wasn’t nearly surprised enough to see a grown man at attention. From that day on, Tammy on my dick has been on my mind.

Tammy hangs around the neighborhood with Krisin and Meggy, both of whom I’d love to fuck, too. I have tasted both of their pussies, and even vigorously finger-fucked Meggy’s asshole with two of my fingers while she used her tongue on my balls. Kristin is going to be an expert cocksucker some day, too. However, there is something about Tammy that tells me that she’d probably appreciate a proper fucking the most. I fully intend to stuff her tiny pussy full of my cock and cum before her tenth birthday. In the meantime, while I work up to that, I am playing with her in every other way. She likes it, too. I can count on her being at my house bright and early every Saturday, while my wife is at work and my boys are still asleep. It always goes the same way…

Tammy knocked on my door last Saturday at 8:30 a.m.

“Morning, Mr. Ben! Can Steven and David play?”

“The boys are still asleep, Tammy. Do you want to come in and watch cartoons?”

“Okay!” And in the door she came, just like she does every Saturday.

Tammy sat down on the couch and I offered her juice or milk. “No, thank you,” she said, politely. She settled in on the side of the couch so that she leaned on the arm. I sat down at the other end of the sofa, and pretended to be interested in the program on the television, while I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Slowly, Tammy stretch out into a laying position, feet inching toward me, legs falling open slightly.